Before Their TimeA Poem by Chris Shaw
come spring
when climes on skin are cool when sun is hesitant to rise there trellised to a garden wall an evergreen which bursts in bloom abundant show of lovely heads dressed finely in deep shades of red richest velvet ruby flowers when shaken by a cold March wind those ruffled lovelies in their skirts do shiver first then fall below succumb they do to unkind ground to crazy paving old and grey now covered with a bright display confetti petals shower down on raised cracked stones from yesterdays yet I recall a spring one year when snowflakes softly fell at night morning brought the saddest sight of blood red petals settled on a bed of contrast pure and white and how my eyes did water for our soldiers of two desperate wars who fought for freedom land and sea how willingly they sacrificed their lives to fight off tyranny and now I ask what would they say what would they think if they lived now would they suppose they died in vain with all that sorrow all that pain or would they say for heaven’s sake our death sans glory no mistake for given chance we’d die again © 2024 Chris ShawReviews
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Added on April 3, 2024Last Updated on April 3, 2024 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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